Chapter Fourteen
Sloane
“I don’t want to get out of bed until Monday morning,” I murmured as I kissed Ashley’s hair. Her head was on my chest while her naked body was snuggled up next to mine. We’d spent our Saturday so far alternating between having sex and napping.
It was pure fucking bliss.
We’d only gotten out of bed to eat breakfast, and later lunch. And again, when Ashley made deviled eggs and some dessert with cream cheese, whipped cream, and chocolate pudding.
I’d grumbled when she said she had to make food to take to Ryan’s and strongly suggested we stop and buy something on the way.
The mere idea had offended her.
But I was appeased when I ate her pussy on the counter while the eggs boiled.
Now we were back in bed, and I never wanted to leave.
She lifted her head to look at me.
“We have to. I promised your friends we’d be there. Plus, I know you want to spend time with Tank.”
Even the thought of seeing my dog wasn’t tempting enough to exit our love bubble.
“Maybe Ryan will bring Tank and food to us, so we don’t have to move.”
Ashley raked her nails across my stomach, planted a kiss on my chest, then rolled away.
“Come on, Marine. You’ve got people besides me who want to spend time with you.”
“But I like being naked with you,” I whined, reaching for her hand when she got up. “Come back to bed. It’s warm and cozy here.”
“It is warm and cozy,” she agreed as she stroked my hand but didn’t snuggle back next to me. “And I like being naked with you, too. But I can’t monopolize your time. Your friends would hate me.”
“They’d understand.”
She cocked her head. “But would they?”
My lips thinned and I sighed.
“No, probably not.”
She let go of my hand with a triumphant grin as I threw back the covers and was met with cold air. While I appreciated what the chilly temperature had done to her nipples, it wasn’t exactly accentuating my manhood, and I almost climbed back under the blanket.
Instead, I quickly moved toward the bathroom, calling over my shoulder, “We’re going straight to bed the minute we get back, though!” before closing the door.
After I finished using the facilities, I turned on the shower and opened the door while I let the water warm up, hoping she’d take that as an invitation.
She was still naked when she stood at the doorjamb, helping my cock in the size department.
“What did you say?”
“I said we’re going back to bed the minute we get home tonight.”
Home.
I realized that’s exactly how that little apartment felt being there with her. But it wasn’t technically my home, and thankfully she didn’t call me on it.
“Deal.”
“I’m holding you to that.”
“Please do.”
With a naughty wink, she walked past me and put one foot into the shower before pausing.
“You don’t mind if I join you, do you?”
“Mind? I was just about to come find you and throw you over my shoulder caveman-style to bring you in here with me.”
Her eyes twinkled when she replied, “Ooh, that could be fun,” before disappearing behind the curtain.
God, I fucking loved her.
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Ashley
Sloane’s cock was hard when he stepped into the shower only seconds after I did. I loved having that effect on him.
He seemed like he couldn’t get enough of me, which for someone who’d never had a serious boyfriend was kind of intimidating.
But he’d been so focused on me—how my body reacted to every single one of his touches, my facial expressions, even the noises I made, that I couldn’t help but feel treasured.
The fact he was so gorgeous didn’t hurt. Although, that did play into my nervousness. How could someone who looked like him want to be with someone who looked like me?
Yet, he did. He’d left no doubt about that with the six—count ‘em, six —orgasms he’d given me in the last twenty-four hours.
I’d felt bad about how lopsided it’d been, his one for every two of mine. I voiced it out loud after he’d made me come on his tongue that morning while I was perched on the kitchen counter. (I will never be able to bake again in that kitchen without thinking about how he’d lifted me up and set me on the Formica, pulled up a chair, and made a meal of me.)
“Our orgasm count isn’t very even,” I’d noted while I caught my breath as the eggs boiled on the stove.
“Baby, getting you off is such a fucking turn-on. And you have to remember, I’m not exactly eighteen anymore.”
No, he was thirty-six and all-man.
And his refractory period was still impressive. The evidence was on full display as the water now rained down on us in the shower.
I poured some of my coconut-scented body wash in my palm before running my hands along his chest and the planes of his washboard abs, leaving his skin sudsy from soap.
He closed his eyes and leaned against the shower wall, whispering, “Damn, sweetness. I love it when you touch me.”
“That makes two of us,” I teased then lowered my hand to grip his cock which was jutting out.
“Fuuuuck, baby.”
I’d never had a man at my mercy before, and I had to admit, I liked how powerful it made me feel. Yeah, his caveman comment had conjured up some sexy fantasies of him dominating me, but at the moment, I liked being the one in control.
I poured more soap directly on the shaft of his cock, then stroked him from the base to the tip. The lather provided a sexy, aromatic lubricant that allowed my fist to easily glide up and down. With my other hand, I gently cupped his balls and squeezed, causing him to moan out loud.
“You make my cock so fucking hard, Ash.”
“I see that,” I quipped and increased the tempo of my hand before standing on my tiptoes to breathe in his ear, “I like making you hard.”
He stood up straighter as his hand came around to squeeze my ass.
“I want to fuck you, baby.”
“No.” I shook my head as I dropped back to flat feet and maintained my hold on his dick. I was surprised at how assertive I sounded. “You can fuck me tonight when we get back. Right now, let me pleasure you.”
I saw him war with himself as I moved my hand up and down, until finally he surrendered and leaned back against the wall.
“God, I love stroking your big cock.”
For a fraction of a second, I thought, Who are you ? as the dirty words spilled from my mouth. I’d never been brash like this. But Sloane made me feel emboldened, so I kept going.
I licked my lips as I looked up at him.
“I want to suck your cock.”
“Ash… you don’t have to—”
I interrupted him as I dropped to my knees in front of him. “I want to.”
The water quickly rinsed the suds I’d so lovingly applied to his cock away and was warm as it sprayed on my back while I took his tip and traced it along my lips before running my tongue under the helmet.
“Oh my god, baby,” he moaned as he caressed my damp hair.
I took him as deep as I could, fighting back the gag reflex as my eyes watered. I felt his tip nudge against my throat while his hand in my hair went still.
Pulling my mouth off him, I took a deep breath, then resumed bobbing my head up and down while I stroked him from the base. My free hand once again found his balls, and I softly caressed them as I moaned against his shaft.
“Fuuuuuck,” he said through a shuddered breath and gripped my hair.
I wasn’t even sure he was aware he was setting the rhythm as he tugged and pushed on my scalp. I happily accommodated his pace, and soon I could taste his salty precum on my tongue. This only made me more brazen.
“I want to feel your cum splashing on my tits,” I purred while I continued lavishing attention on his dick.
‘You want me to come on your tits, baby?” he growled.
“Mmm, yes. Give me your cum.”
He stood up straighter and took his cock in his hand, jerking it vigorously as he pointed it at my boobs.
“Are you ready for it, sweetness?”
I lifted my chest in offering while cooing, “Come all over my tits.”
Sloane grunted a few times before letting out a soft roar that echoed off the shower tiles as rope after warm rope sprayed onto my boobs.
I was impressed with how much there was, given how much sex we’d had since he’d arrived.
For porn star effect—since apparently that’s what I was now—I rubbed it in as I looked up at him.
“Oh my god!” he panted. “That was amazing.” He dropped back against the tiles as he caught his breath and exclaimed, “My fucking toes are tingling!”
I couldn’t help but smile as I stood. Just as I was about to turn and rinse off, he reached for my arm to stop me.
“Just let me look at you covered in my seed for a second.”
I smeared the remaining white cream between my cleavage while maintaining eye contact with him.
At this point, I was just winging it with my attempt to be a siren, but judging by the intensity of his gaze, I think I was doing something right. My body broke out into goosebumps when he moved my hand out of the way to spread it over my pebbled skin himself.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
And for the first time in my life, I believed it.